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The Plot Against the Giant

First

When this yokel comes maundering,

Whetting his hacker,

I shall run before him,

Diffusing the civilest

Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.

It will check him.

Second GirlI shall run before him,

Arching cloths besprinkled with

As small as fish-eggs.

The

Will abash him.

Third

Oh, la…le pauvre!

I shall run before him,

With a curious puffing.

He will bend his ear then.

I shall

Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.

It will undo him.

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Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and

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